Chapter 1

Tammy's father sat tall in his thronelike recliner chair. He frowned. His big, callused hands worked sweatily on the chair's green plastic arms. "You have to be punished!" Karl Jenkins' voice was an eager growl.

Tammy stood defiantly in the middle of the living room rose-colored shag carpet. She said, "But I didn't do anything really wrong!"

Her mother sat mouselike on the brocade sofa. "Dear, you skipped school and wore Barbara's bikini to the beach."

"But she never wears it."

Her father added, "And lied!" His blue eyes narrowed.

Barbara, her older sister by two years, sat cross-legged on a thick, tasseled TV pillow on the floor. "My only bikini and you didn't even wash it out afterwards-it's all full of sand and salt water."

"Well ... I was going to wash it, but-"

"I'll have to spank you! Take off your clothes!"

"Daddy, not here! Not in front of everybody!" Tammy glanced around, her big green eyes wide with alarm. Her small hands unconsciously rose to the top of her white blouse, to protect that top pearllike button.

"You heard me! I told you I didn't want you parading around on the beach in a revealing swim-suit. You're only thirteen, in spite of your overdeveloped body."

"But it was so hot ... and all the girls-"

"STRIP! Or I'll hold you and we'll let Barbara take your clothes off!" His eyes glittered. "Like last time."

Tammy's sister shifted on the pillow as if to get up. "Let me slap her bare ass, too, Daddy! She probably ruined my bikini."

Barbara was fifteen, but not nearly as well-developed as Tammy. Her breasts poked out loosely against her zip-front t-shirt. She wore tight jeans and canvas boat shoes. Her dark brown hair was cut short.

The girls' mother was cowed by her authoritarian husband. She said meekly, "Harvey, do you have to go that far?"

"Shut up, Mary! She has to remember her punishment. A little humiliation and a little pain do wonders." He pointed menacingly at Tammy. "Strip, girl!" He leaned forward heavily in the recliner. The footrest dipped in response to the weight shift.

Tammy pouted. Slowly, her hands unfastened the top button of her blouse. She knew her father got a kick out of being dictator and in seeing his daughters naked, and in spanking them. But she didn't get any kick from being spanked or made to embarrass herself. Tammy appealed to her mother with her eyes.

Mary Jenkins avoided her daughter's eyes. Her folded hands twined nervous fingers. She smoothed her dress. She said submissively, "Better do as your father says, dear."

Tammy stuck her full lower lip out further. She shook her head and her long, wavy dark-red hair rippled on her neck and shoulders. "No! I don't care what you do!"

Karl Jenkins heaved forward to the edge of his recliner chair cushion. He lunged forward suddenly with an arm and clamped his hand around her left wrist. "You are disobedient and defiant! Oh, yes, now you have to be severely punished! You'll remember this evening!" He gestured for Barbara to get up and come help him. He twisted Tammy around and held her wrists behind her back in the grip of one big, powerful hand. He smiled with thin lips. "Get her bare-assed naked, Barbara! Then you can help me swat some respect and sense into her!"

Barbara came forward. She walked mannishly. She imitated small gestures of her father. Karl was the strong one in the family and she had focused on him as her model, some years before. Tammy tried to pull away, but her father was immensely strong from his work as a furniture mover. Barbara swaggered to face Tammy. She roughly unbuttoned her sister's blouse and pulled it free of the red wool miniskirt. She pushed the opened blouse down Tammy's arms.

Tammy's luscious, bra-clad breasts surged with resentment. She hissed at Barbara, "I'll get you!"

Barbara smiled and stuck out her tongue. "This is what you get for showing off."

Karl adroitly shifted his grip twice, from hand to hand, and got Tammy's blouse free of her arms. He watched eagerly as Barbara reached around and unsnapped Tammy's tight bra. Tammy's breasts did not sag with their freedom. Instead they surged outward, lifting and pushing out the now loose bra cups.

Mary Jenkins saw this. She said, "Karl, she needs a larger bra."

"She's wearing a 36-C now! They're so blatant as it is ... " He pulled Tammy halfway around so he could see her jutting, young, exuberant flesh. He grunted meaningfully at Barbara.

Tammy's sister obediently lifted the bra cups away from Tammy's rounded, pink and white pear-shaped breasts. Tammy flushed and averted her face. She again tried to twist away. The thrusting, fat cones of resilient flesh seemed too large for her thirteen-year-old chest. They wobbled enticingly with her movement. She was only four-foot ten-inches in height, and weighed only ninety pounds.

Karl licked his lips as he examined his young daughter's amazing, lush growth. The contours were so nicely rounded, the skin so taut and silky and perfect, unblemished. And her nipples! He swallowed. His fingers gripped tighter around her thin, imprisoned wrists. Her richly pink nipples poked out from dusky pink knoblike areolas. Wonder upon wonder, delight upon delight. He closed his eyes tight to fight natural urges to fondle his daughter's utterly inviting flesh. He gasped, "You're lucky you're not raped three times a day in school! And the idea of flaunting tits like these on a beach! And a shape like yours ... "

Karl's gaze slid away from her breasts and followed the line of her flat tummy and thighs. She had a breathtakingly narrow waistline and slim hips, as if her lower development had had to wait until her breasts were fully developed and only now might be beginning to curve into full womanhood. Karl roughly pulled the bra straps down her arms, shifted his grips again, and let the bra fall to the floor atop her blouse. He said unevenly, chest tight, "Now her skirt."

"Oh, no, Daddy!"

"Oh, yes, my girl!"

Barbara grinned at Tammy's embarrassment and unzipped the side of the red skirt. It slipped easily down off the gently curved, girlish hips. It lay around her ankles. Tammy wore black lace bikini panties. Sexy, seductive, revealing. The pink of her firm little buttocks showed through the sheer garment.

"Where did you get those things?"

"I can't tell you."

"Like hell you can't!" Karl twisted her around even further so he could see her front-the sweet little V between her thighs, now so lasciviously half hidden by the lace. The white-pink of her plump little mound showed tantalizingly through. She still had no red fuzz there. Karl curled his blunt fingers under the delicate fabric and brutally tore it from her hips. It shredded easily, almost like wet paper.

"Oh, Daddy-no! They're not mine!"

Barbara said, "I'll bet they're Vickie's."

"That sexy tramp who lives two houses down?" Karl glared into Tammy's frightened green eyes. "You been hanging around with her?"

"I only borrowed them yesterday."

"You can pay her back from your allowance! Girl her age-how old is she?-got no right to lend lacy things like that to a thirteen-year-old!"

Barbara said, "Vickie's nineteen."

Earl's gaze had been captured by the sight of Tammy's naked pussy. The bare, smooth, rounded V that led the eye down to the juncture of her lovely, ideally joined thighs ... and the vividly pink cleft there that seemed to beg for a finger to enter it, or a tongue, or a big, hard prick.

Tammy's father dragged his eyes away. He was caught by his wife's humble, yet accusing gaze. He was breathing raggedly. He growled, "Keep away from Vickie Meyer, you hear me? I'll pay her for these things. You are not to see her again! Understand?"

Tammy hung her head. She nodded miserably. She was naked and her father was leering at her and she hated it. If he wasn't still holding her wrists she would bolt from the room. She gasped as suddenly he pulled her off balance, his free hand guiding her fall across his lap. She whuffed and was hanging face down, her naked belly on his strong, thick thighs, her own thighs not reaching the carpet, her legs angling backward, her toes in the rose-colored shag. Her smooth, rounded, firm little white buttocks were primed for his hand. Tammy heard her mother say, "Don't hit too hard, Karl."

"Got to teach her a lesson, Mary. Okay, Barbs, you lay it on first; it was your bikini." He still held Tammy's wrists.

Tammy squirmed helplessly as her sister's hand slapped down on her buttocks. The sound was loud-a sharp series of slaps-and they hurt! Tammy whimpered with pain and humiliation. Barbara had never had to be like this. She was Daddy's favorite ... always taking sides against Tammy. Against her mother, too.

"That's enough, Barbs. Now ... " His big, work-hardened hand smacked down on Tammy's smarting bottom.

"OW! Oh, Daddy-"

Crack! Crack! Crack! Tammy writhed and jerked with each blow. Her rear end was on fire! She gasped and howled. Her father whapped her ass fifteen times, hard, until his hand was stinging almost as much as was her buttocks. Her skin was as rosy as the carpet. Then he rested his arm. "You going to behave and be a nice girl after this?"

"Yes!" She sobbed and wept. Then she felt it-the prodding, nudging thing between his legs that always rose in his pants when he spanked her like this. His prick! It poked up at her naked belly. It was big! She could tell. He always got hot when he was hitting her, or her mother. Tammy squirmed on it, rubbed her belly on it. Sometimes it got all jumpy if she did that and got soft and he didn't hit her anymore.

He cupped his hand and cracked her bottom twice more. The sound was like a pistol shot. Tammy wailed and writhed on his prick, faster. She was like a desperate worm. She heard him panting.

"Karl, I think-"

"SHUT UP, MARY!" He cracked a palm down on Tammy's flaming butt to keep her moving.

At last she felt the telltale leaping of that big thing against her stomach. And his pants got wet. He went all tight and stiff and then he sighed. She was allowed to stand up. He released her wrists at last. He quickly crossed his legs. "Now go to your room! And don't expect any supper!"

Sobbing brokenly, ashamed, Tammy ran from the front room, down the hall and into her small room. Barbara got the biggest of the two bedrooms after the master bedroom. Tammy slammed the door and threw herself face down on her twin bed. She cried and hated her father and everybody! Her bottom stung like a thousand bees had been jabbing her there. But she was excited too, in a special way. She worked a bunch of plaid bedspread and blankets into a thick ridge between her thighs and began rubbing her slit against it. Her pussy glowed and itched wonderfully. The feeling got stronger and stronger as she rubbed. And her breasts felt extra big and hot, too.

She worked at rubbing her puffed nipples on the rough weave of the spread. Tickles of excitement wormed through her deep, round flesh. A fold of bedspread worked deeper into her cleft and she moaned as she wept. The feeling got so strong she almost couldn't stand it-then it slowly faded. She wondered if her father had as strong a feeling when his prick jerked like that and his pants got wet.

Tammy lay quiet for a while. She pouted her lower lip again. Her father had done that to her for the last time! She got off her bed and turned on the light. She dressed in cut-off hip-huggers, sneakers, a flowered sweatshirt. She packed a little overnight bag with panties and socks and a skirt and a blouse and a favorite yellow dress.

Tammy Jenkins carefully climbed out of her window and dropped to the flower bed. As soon as her feet touched the dirt and she had settled into a shallow crouch-hands and arms grabbed her! One big hand clapped over her mouth.

A fierce male whisper: "She saved us a helluva lot of work!"

A female whisper: "Lucky! Let's do it here!"

Tammy thrashed but couldn't break free. The man held her in an unbreakable bear hug with one muscular arm. She kicked and clawed. Her attackers were dressed in black sweaters and pants. The street lights didn't penetrate to the backyard-she couldn't see their faces-only blurs.

He whispered, "Go ahead. She's worse than an alley cat!" He grunted as Tammy slammed an elbow into his solar plexus.

From-out of nowhere a cotton pad was pressed against her nose. A sweet, cloying, penetrating odor reached tendrils into her brain as she was forced to inhale the fumes. Tammy's mind swirled and spun. A strange buzzing filled her brain. She dropped into a soothing black pit of unconsciousness.